By now, many of you have heard about my latest and far too brief adventure in New York City… but in case you hadn’t, here’s how the trip came about.
With my birthday looming, my mother, whose love for me knows no bounds, decided to do something special.
I had mentioned to her in passing that one of my favorite bands, People Under The Stairs, was playing in the city on one of my nights off and that it would be cool to fly up there and check out their show. PUTS is not a very well-known hip-hop act despite their lengthy and fantastic fucking discography that’s clearly worth traveling 1200 miles for. They combine energetic emceeing with old school beats to create what is in my mind the best hip-hop out there. If you’re into funk music, it doesn’t get much better.
Knowing it generally takes an act of Congress to get me off my sofa on my days off, Mom decided to buy me two early birthday presents: a plane ticket to the city and a concert ticket to see the band play there. This is what she does. Who was I to say no?
I decided to document the trip not in long run-on sentences as I usually do but in selfies because, well, I’m hip and that’s what all the kids are doing these days.
The rules were as follows: 1) I had to be the one taking the photo. 2) I, or at least some part of me, had to be somewhere in the photo. 3) There would be no selfie sticks. Not only am I not sixteen but I didn’t want some random pickpocket mistaking this native New Yorker for a tourist while running off to sell my cell phone to the highest bidder. No, I was better than that.
So come with me, won’t you on my selfie-righteous tour of the Big Apple.
And lastly, some selfie-less photos from the trip that I just felt needed to be included. Thanks for coming along for the ride and thanks, mom, for funding the project. XOXO